SP: Chapter 19. A Wet Dream

To the person who keeps drinking the last of the coffee and putting the empty carafe back without bothering to start a fresh pot, please stop. Have some consideration for the rest of us.

—Some angry words hastily scribbled on a Post-It Note.

 

That night Kato dreamt of a lone wolf, roaming the countryside underneath a pale moon in a sky full of twinkling stars. The wolf had caught a scent of its prey. Kato screamed, “Run away!” but the rabbit couldn’t hear Kato. It lay there, sleeping peacefully. The wolf heard Kato. Somehow sensing this, Kato turned and ran. He tried to run fast but he couldn’t seem to move but at a snail’s pace. His legs were heavy as lead.

He ran through the bathroom door in an effort to hide, only taking a quick look behind to see the wolf running after him. He ran as fast as he could with his leaden legs to an open stall door, but it slammed shut before he could enter. He heard a howl that sent a shiver of fear up his spine.

Kato spun around and saw Takahashi approaching. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but his gut told him that this was the wolf that had been chasing him. Kato put his back to wall and panicked as there was no place to go. Takahashi walked up to Kato and put his face about six inches from Kato’s. Takahashi wore an evil grin as he reached down to Kato’s pants and began to massage the growing bulge.

There was a huge division between his mind warning him to flee from the wolf and the increasing pleasurable sensations his body was relaying. Somehow, it felt both dirty and erotic at the same time. Kato, looking into Takahashi’s eyes, realized that he’s actually a rather attractive boy. He thought that Takahashi would surely have lots of chocolate at Valentine’s day. Then, he felt like he was going to climax.

Kato awoke suddenly to his pulsating manhood emptying its contents into his boxers. He breathed heavy for a few seconds, letting the pleasurable contractions subside. He quickly came to his senses. Damn, wet dream. He could remember the vivid dream and who gave him the wet part of it, but he was rather practical about dreams that he had no control over. He simply wrote it off as a dream full of nonsense and his body just doing its natural thing. It was still annoying though because it was messy. But he considered that the stress lately, and the fact he hadn’t had a release in a long while, it was bound to happen.

Kato sat up, looked at the clock, it was 4:19. He quietly hopped down from the bunk, hoping Ōta wouldn’t wake up. He grabbed another set of boxers from the shelving and his towel and went down to the bathroom. There was nobody else awake at this hour, so he was able to clean up and change without any fuss. He returned back to his bed and went back to sleep.

 


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